They said you could not return until you were drunk—meaning you could only go back after getting drunk.
Han Wuwang got thoroughly drunk, so there was no need for him to stay the night. The two of them drank a full twelve jars of Spirit Wine before he finally stumbled down Ganzhu Ridge, reeking of alcohol, hiccuping drunkenly, his footsteps unsteady and crooked, only to be picked up by a carriage that had arrived at some unknown time.
Bamboo Leaf Green, Osmanthus Fragrance, Thousand Step Drunkenness, Golden Wind Brew—it really went to the head. Even Han Wuwang, at Foundation Establishment Perfection, could barely endure it, in
Ye Feng's attack could be considered a sneak attack, yet the four slash marks only scraped sparks from the Golden Spined Lion's body and had little effect.
"Actually, many of your actions were correct. But if the timing is wrong, you'll simply waste your opportunities for nothing," Old Man Zhuge said. When Hua Feng retreated that "horse," Old Man Zhuge smiled and resolved the threat surrounding Hua Feng from all sides. By then, Hua Feng had already lost that rare opportunity.
After all, this game world was no different from reality, with 100% realism. As a result, quite a few scenic spots were highly attractive.
"Thanks for the concern. I'm not going to starve myself to death." Mu Xinyu reached out and took it. The next second, with a bang, she slammed the room door shut and walked back to sit on the sofa.
Yet the Immortal Emperor did not restore Michael's injuries. Instead, he directly used cheating methods to eliminate Zhan Feihong, so the secret art left behind by that transcendent existence to deter the angels could no longer regain its intended effect.
"Boom, boom, crack!" Two streaks of Sword Qi struck her